"No!"
At the back, a chubby boy raised his hand.
"He's a mute. He can't speak!"
"Hahahaha!!!"
"Mute! Mute!"
The air immediately filled with riotous laughter, the bare mockery making Orion's small hands clutch the hem of his shirt tightly.
Hyman was a bit surprised. How could there be a mute kid?
He walked over to check on him, a girl, emboldened by the jeering crowd and Hyman's approach, maliciously yanked off his mask, "Do mutes not have mouths or what. Ah!!!"
When the boy's left cheek, disfigured with a hideous scar, was revealed, it startled everyone. Hyman's steps halted.
"That's horrifying!"
"Freak!"
"Monster!"
"No wonder he always wears a mask. Without it, he'd scare everyone to death!"
Endless attacks and mockery came from all directions like a tidal wave, drowning him.
Orion's face turned pale, his eyes deep and deep like a bottomless pool. He picked up his mask and put it back on.
Hyman put an end to the commotion, forbidding anyone from causing a ruckus again, but soon, this gossip spread everywhere.
"Did you hear about the kid next door who always wears a mask? He's a monster!"
"One side of his face is all scars, like a devil. It's terrifying!"
"I heard he was born a freak and even caused his parents' deaths. That's why no one ever picks him up!"
The rumors grew increasingly exaggerated, filled with mockery and disdain, gradually turning into discrimination.
"Stop!"
"You freak, did you hear us?"
Orion didn't stop, his expression calm, as if he had grown indifferent and numb to such insults.
"Is there a fight going on over there?"
"They're beating up a freak. Why bother?"
"What are you doing?!"
Having just returned from the playground, Xanthea heard the commotion, curiously pushed through the crowd, and saw four or five boys beating up a little boy.
That little boy looked somewhat familiar, "Mind your own business, get lost!"
The boys yelled while people around were pulling Xanthea away, "Xan, maybe we should not intervene? It's scary."
Xanthea frowned, furious, "They're bullying the weak; I'm definitely intervene. Stop it!"
The girl's clear, tender voice rang out, and the boy who had been cold and emotionless even while being beaten, suddenly showed a hint of panic in his eyes.
Is it her?
The deepest sense of shame and inferiority surged up inside him. He tightened his grip.
He wasn't afraid to expose himself in front of anyone, nor did he care about anyone's gaze, but... he was terrified of the angel seeing him in his pathetic, ugly state.
"A bold one, huh?"
My Beloved Has Risen from Death's Embrace ï¤Chapter 426 Revenge is Best Served After Reborn (James)
ï¤Chapter 1927 Falling For My Contractual Wife (Brian and Grace)
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